Chapter 9

POV Tauro

I thought nothing could be worse than having her walk around the office or hearing her laughter that made me want to dominate her. But there was something much worse than that: seeing her sultry, feline body sprawled out on the bed. She stretched, looking at me with her bold eyes, biting one of her fingers. The large mattress sank as soon as I climbed onto it, pulling her ankles toward me. Her body was nearly naked, with her round, full breasts exposed, perked up in my direction. I took off my shirt, tossing it to the floor, watching her curiously as she looked at both of us.

Bruce walked around the bed, taking off his suit and throwing it to the floor as well. I don't think I had ever seen this man do that in his entire life. He always had to remove and fold each piece carefully, leaving them neatly on a chair. He turned his eyes to mine, shrugging, as if telling me he didn't understand what was happening either. But in the end, we both knew the reason—and it was completely sprawled across the mattress.

I pulled her legs, making her let out a scream, filling the room with her scandalous laughter. My little wildcat was on fire, making us burn with her. I let my fingers slide up her leg, moving slowly. My mouth kissed every spot I touched, licking her plump thighs. The low sound that escaped her lips made me laugh as I let go of her leg. My fingers slid further between her entrance, and she trembled at the first contact, stretching her body.

The large mattress shifted beside us as Bruce knelt on the bed, running his hands through the cascade of thick, curly black hair sprawled around her.

"How did you hide this hair for so long, cariño?" Bruce’s voice, thick with lust, whispered as he moved closer, lowering his head and stealing her lips. She arched her body, lifting herself up, letting her free breasts shine under the light.

My fingers yanked off the remaining fabric she wore as a dress, tossing it to the floor, leaving her in nothing but a delicate black lace thong with tiny rhinestone details on the sides. Her high heels still adorned her small feet, her nails painted a vivid red.

She moaned, purring into the kiss as Bruce's hands gripped her breast, slowly squeezing the nipple until it was firmly trapped between his fingers.

"Dios… it hurts…" she mumbled, slapping his shoulder as he pulled back, laughing.

"Oh, sweetheart, that’s not pain, that’s pleasure!"

Her body arched in response as I let my fingers slip between the plump lips of her wet pussy.

She trembled, gripping the mattress tightly, holding back another moan.

"I don’t think our little girl understands just how angry she made us, Tauro. She still hasn’t learned what happens when she disobeys us…"

I saw her dark eyes widen as she propped herself up on her elbows, looking at us in alarm.

"What are you talking about?"

"About how pissed off you made us, sweetheart, sneaking out of your room to squeeze yourself among those people in that club."

"But I didn’t do anything wrong," her black eyes sparkled with alarm. "I was just dancing. You locked me in that damn room all afternoon. I did all my work. If you don’t believe me, check Bruce’s room… I left everything under the door."

I glanced at Bruce, who was now sitting back in the chair, adjusting himself, watching her with pleasure.

"Look, sweetheart, Bruce wasn’t too happy seeing your ass practically rubbing against that guy. That really pissed him off."

"Well, he can suffer in silence. I’m not apologizing!" She pulled her legs, trying to free herself from my grip. "Cabrón! Let me go!"

The anger burned in her chest, rising and falling rapidly as she turned her fierce eyes toward Bruce. I looked at him, and he was staring back at her with the same intensity. She had spirit, I had to admit that. She faced Bruce without fear, even knowing she was one step away from losing.

Bruce turned his eyes to me, making it clear what he wanted: bring her.

"There are going to be rules in this game, sweetheart. We want, badly, to be deep inside you, but here, in this room, we’re in charge. Bruce warned you, don’t forget that!"

"Sí, but he didn’t say I’d be punished like a misbehaving child! What are you going to do?! Hit me, señor?" She curled her lips in defiance, staring at him, but as soon as I saw her eyes widen, I knew she had her answer with just one glare from Bruce. "No! You wouldn’t dare!"

"Come here, Zelda!" Bruce patted his lap, staring at her, letting her know she had no choice. "At least five spankings for putting on that little show…"

"You’re crazy if you think I’ll walk over to you like some obedient little pet and let you spank me."

"I’m not going to beat you, cariño, I’ve never hit a woman, but I will give you at least five spankings for your stubbornness. And then, when you're stretched across my lap, I’ll sink my fingers into your wet pussy, thrusting in and out slowly, while Tauro fucks that filthy mouth of yours for calling us so many ugly names."

She swallowed hard, turning her eyes to me. I winked at her as I pulled her legs, lifting us from the bed. My cock, already throbbing hard at the thought of having it inside that luscious mouth, pulsed with happiness as I freed it from my damned boxer briefs.

"Look, sweetheart, you’ll be punished for your little stunt, and then I promise to reward you gloriously."

"I don’t want to be spanked. I like the part with the fingers and your cock in my mouth, but spanking is out of the question."

"If you’re not punished, you don’t get the reward, Zelda."

Bruce patted her leg again. We left her there. We knew we couldn’t push her too hard into our world all at once—she had to ease into it. But disobeying both of us… that was something she needed to learn would have consequences.

"What if it hurts too much?"

"If Bruce pushes too hard, sweetheart, you can use a safe word. Say ‘red’ loud and clear, and he’ll stop immediately."

She furrowed her brows, deep in thought, and then turned her eyes to mine in a silent plea for help. But I remained serious.

"If you ever tell anyone about this, cabrón, I’ll kick your white ass out of your own mouth!"

She crossed the room toward him, and as much as I wanted to laugh at the fiery way she spoke, my dominant side had already taken over. Her thick black hair was wrapped in my hands as I yanked her back forcefully, making her cry out, pressing her against my chest. I loosened my grip slightly, letting my teeth graze her neck. Her trembling body pressed closer to mine, and I pushed my cock against her ass, making her gasp instantly.

"In this room, we own you, Zelda. You owe us obedience. Remember who’s in control." I bit her shoulder and let my fingers knead her breast, drawing a moan from her between pain and pleasure.

"Sí, señor…"

I released her hair, hearing her soft voice as her body slowly melted over Bruce’s lap.

It was almost brutal how beautifully her round ass was displayed. Bruce’s broad chest rose and fell slowly as he exhaled, stroking her back. Her thick hair was tossed aside as he caressed more of her skin.

"Do you know why I have to punish you, cariño?" His commanding voice was low as he raised his hand.

"Because you’re a sadistic hijo de puta…" her voice came out in a whisper, followed by a sharp cry as his hand landed on her round, chocolate-toned ass.

"Dios mío…" she whimpered, writhing in his lap.

I moved closer, running my fingers through her hair as Bruce rubbed the spot where he had just spanked her. She calmed down, her body slowly relaxing.

"No, cariño, you’re being punished because you were stubborn and challenged us by dancing in that outfit."

He raised his arm again, delivering a harder slap. Zelda screamed, digging her nails into my hands as she cursed at him.

"Have you considered what could’ve happened if Tauro and I hadn’t pulled you out of there? Anyone could’ve thought you were just there offering yourself like a piece of meat… and something very bad could’ve happened."

"You’re hitting me, señor, what do you think could be worse than this?"